The Bride Groom Comes for His Bride

My Dear Precious Aunt Rose,

Last night, January 5, 2024, when I prayed for you, I had a vision of you in a beautiful, long white, bridal gown, the veil was not covering your face.

The Bride Groom greeted you and took your hand. It was a glorious scene. Holy Spirit began to give me these words.

My precious love, how I’ve waited for this moment all your life.

I worked each day through the years building you the perfect place where there would be no worries and no strife…

As time went by, I watched you day by day, I was with you in Spirit even though sometimes to you, it didn’t feel that way…

I watched your birth and saw you grow into a beautiful child of mine…

Reaching out to others, Rose, you are one of a kind…

I was with you in each and every trial I never left your side…

The letters you wrote, encouraging others, was me, telling them to abide…

Your love for me grew continuously making my heart swell with joy and holy pride, while all the time, colors of the rainbow, the stars that shined…met Holy worship in a coli descope of brilliance and the sublime…

Finally, my sweet Rose, it’s time…

Your home here is ending, but my dear precious bride, I’ve built you a brand-new home where we will forever reside.

So, do not be weary about leaving loved ones behind…

Your example of my love for them will bring them home sometime.

Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for a crown of jewels shall adorn your head, do not be sad…

You’ll see me in all of my splendor! You’ll see your mom and your dad!

Your daughter Maria is waiting and Dan and Jeannette and Pete, Sallie and Book and all those who have come ahead…

When you enter through the gates of heaven, Holy Angels will sing you a brand-new song…there’s a host, a cloud of witnesses cheering and making such a fuss. Oh daughter, you’ll be with all of us…

Take my hand my lovely bride…and walk with me to the other side…

No fear, no sorrow, peace for all the tomorrows…

The party is just getting started and it’ll seem just a few moments have passed when all the others will come, at last…

May I have the first dance…and with just one glance…

Home, sweet home at last!

Home: January 7, 2024

~Marla Shaw O’Neill January 6, 2024

John 3:29-30 King James Version He that hath the bride is the bridegroom: but the friend of the bridegroom, which standeth and heareth him, rejoiceth greatly because of the bridegroom’s voice: this my joy therefore is fulfilled.

He must increase, but I must decrease.

2 Corinthians 3:18 But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.